The Battle Of Love Poem by Anthony Pelker

Fighting is love, fighting is girth, aspire,
Liquor of dote, unlimited through drive,
A third of Earth, cinder, state of mire,
Attention hold a companion alive?
Sphere of remote inhabitants alone,
Fusillade, bow, Cupid's wither arrows,
No production, man and woman, now gone,
I mean hyperbolic, my account goes,
Heart of acid and mind of egg proven,
Chemical reaction void not advised,
Conclusion of charcoal, results ruin,
I fought for love, yield me, I am now wise,
Bottled demise, compromise all is lost,
Sigh and wind flows, prostitute's clothes were tossed.